Descriptive Dinosaur Writing

At the moment in class we have been working on descriptive writing. We looked at pictures to help us have ideas to start from.    

Here is the writing that I did 

THE LIVING STATUE

As I stood staring in terror, the deadly
black slit seemed to swallow me up.
The weight of the 15 ton giant, thumped
into the dusty sand, like a runaway steam
roller. And now the smell of bloody meat
and bones slithered up my nostrils and slid down my spinal cord.  

I knew I should be running for my life but
its ātaahua (beauty) held me rigid.   

It looks like someone has painted a
masterpiece on a scaly moss kakariki
(green) canvas and then spray painted
highlights on parts of it.  The fiery yellow
eyelids look like a warm summer sunset
on a clear kengo (night). Its beauty is
shattered by a mighty belch that sounds
like a tīhara (diesel) truck backfiring.
He ran as fast as a golf cart that had been
biffed of a cliff.          

I say to myself, “Damn, I didn’t think my
day could get any worse!”

Quick Writes Term 4

we have been working on ‘Quick Writes.’  This is where you are given something to write about (a writing prompt) and you only have 10mins to write as much as possible using this writing prompt.For our writing prompts we will use either images or short videos.

1) Fireworks

As I walked into this place I smelt the smell of smoke from the fire.  I  heard the bang, bang, pew, pew of the fireworks. It was beautiful like a daffodil opening on a clear spring day. I felt the warmth comforting me. It was the coolest thing anyone could experience in a lifetime.

2) Spiderman

As  I walked down the road I heard the people shouting out, "Its him, its him!" I could smell the food stands then a UFO comes and squishes him flat  the crowd did not care.

3) Tomato Pulp

Tomato Fight

People in Europe like throwing tomatoes at people. You can smell  the rich hauna [ smell ]  of tomatoes. You can hear the squelch of the tomatoes. You can feel the slimy tomato pulp all over you.

4) A Stormy Day

Bang, crash, bang, crash the whaitiri [thunder] is banging. The lightning is flashing. Then the wind howls down on the little house and it shakes. Next the lightning strikes a tree and I watch it from my little bedroom as it burns down to ash on the forest floor.  Then it smokes for a while, embers glowing like little fireflies lighting the way to paradise.